Snares of Impurity

Priests are weeping

Young women are raped

You recall the good life

That once was yours

Your places of worship

Are abodes of suffering

Left in a shock of constant pain

with fire burning in your bones

Thirst so fierce that your tongues

Are stuck to the roof of the mouth

Weight of guilt tied around your neck

Is draining all your strength

Children die in their mother's arms

This is the day we've waited for

Sking and flesh wasting away

Where no light would return

Impure flames burn in the temples

On crumbling abandoned altars

Snares of deathand damnation

Consuming all in their way

Priests have died unpeacefully

While searching for mercy

All hope is lost

All hope is lost